I miss the oldschool OOTD posting format. I work from home now so you won’t get one every day, but maybe a good ones a couple times a month. This was a good one. I love a juxtaposition: why not pair a bustier with breezy, preppy khakis? I accessorized with some vintage square-toe Gucci pumps, my layered necklaces, bracelets, and some undone “just woke up like this” hair. It’s been interesting to look back on this blog after a period of inactivity and see how my personal style has evolved while also staying exactly the same. Rag & Bone culottes, Staud Peony bustier, Staud Kaia bag (perso ..read more

Oh, old blog, how I’ve missed you. It’s been a while, and part of that is because I’ve gone through some huge changes in my life. If you’ve been following along on Instagram or Substack, you know this. To recap: I’m now blonde. I’m now Orthodox. I’m still in West Virginia and adoring every moment of it. I’m still one of the most lovelorn women on the internet. I’ll save the heavy stuff for Substack though, I wanted to bring this blog back because I missed writing fun little lifestyle pieces, such as this recipe I whipped up last week when I had an excess of peaches I needed to consu ..read more

I have a deep fear of rejection that manifests in the most frustrating of ways. I also, though quite thick-headed at times, can be a quick learner when shame is the teacher. If my fear is only once realized, it becomes the rule. I’ve spent countless hours fearing something seemingly irrational only to have that fear invalidated in some way. It then becomes the norm. This is true with my career apprehensions, my spider-in-shoe fears, and, perhaps most crushing to any future partner, my ability to send nudes. “Almost immediately, I received a message politely declining.” I don’t remember the ex ..read more

It’s been quite some time, hasn’t it? I suppose that I could have seen my life unraveling for a while, I just chose to not acknowledge it. (Sidebar: what is it with the month of February? It’s been consistently messy for the last several years.) In case you’re new around here, no, I usually don’t go several months without posting. Apologies for that—as much of a cop out as it may seem, it was a necessity. There were certain (unavoidable) things I kind of feared, and I was mostly vocal about that have oddly come to fruition in the last few months and it’s caused me to think about things and re ..read more

Photo by Dan Bassini “Almost heaven, West Virginia”—even if you’ve never been to the Mountain State, these words conjure a sense of nostalgia; a longing for home. Something about the swelling strings, anthemic harmonies, and turns of phrase like “I hear her voice in the mornin' hour, she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away” and “All my memories gather 'round her” make you hurt inside for a place you once knew but no longer have access to—or, in my case, desire to go back to a place you’ve never been before. It’s an ache to belong to a bygone era, a pining for a simplicity that ..read more

Before starting here, I have to say that I can’t thank you enough for the love and feedback I received on last week’s UNBOYFRIENDABLE. I’ve always loved writing about relationships but really find joy in talking about them, especially with my friends. I’m thrilled that a lot of you seem to think so as well. This week’s episode is a mini episode, meaning it’s just me sharing some thoughts, almost like an audio blog post. Because of this format, I’m lucky to be able to share my notes for you to either follow along, or read instead. (If you’re not big on podcasts and would rather read.) If you ..read more

Who remembers the old days of blogging? I kinda miss ‘em. Those days were a lot simpler, and not every post had to be some life-changing moment. (That’s a little bit of a self-own.) In the spirit of getting back to everyday simplicity, we’re sharing what’s in our bags. Before looking, can you tell which one is mine and which one is Mallory’s? They’re both equally pink, just in different ways. E.M.’s Bag It’s a wonder that I can fit so much into this little bag. The difference between city life and country life is most palpable in my everyday carry items. I carried a fairly small bag in the ci ..read more

If you follow me on Instagram, you may have seen that I just released a new podcast. Wild, right? I realized that 2020 was a year for consuming, rebuilding, and—most importantly—healing. Now that I’ve done those things in spades, it’s time for me to begin putting my sentiments out into the world again. I missed this very much. One way I’m doing this is with UNBOYFRIENDABLE, a podcast about relationships from someone who’s bad at relationships. Somewhere between the Rachel Hollis divorce and the Joshua Harris divorce, I realized that all of the authorities who tell us what to do in relationshi ..read more

I developed a tic from bad advice that I read in a shitty teen magazine. I know, it sounds like a TLC reality show, but alas, this is my reality. “We were taught that “hot is a temperature,” but also, “modest is hottest.”” I didn’t realize until I was face-to-face with my own mug while waiting for a coworker to join a Hangouts meeting. Catching myself in the act of mashing my lips together, I thought to myself, “that’s odd.” After my meeting, I noticed myself doing it again. “What the hell?” I dug deep, deep within myself and remembered a doe-eyed little adolescent me, wanting to be pretty wi ..read more

By Mallory Corr The year: 2017. The setting: the penthouse deck of a luxury apartment building in Portland, Oregon’s Pearl District. I was on my lunch break from a leasing job that I fell into with no experience whatsoever (aside from a couple years “community building” as a Resident Assistant at NYU). On this particular day, I was taking my lunch break on the roof deck of the building, soaking up one of the few remaining sunny days before the notorious PNW rains would settle in. Enjoying my salad and kombucha with a view, in my work blazer, with the air of authority that comes only with poss ..read more